There's one thing about social media that really bothers me. It's really only a highlights reel. Think about what you post to your Instagram account. What about the 'influencers' that you follow? Lives seem gorgeous, glamorous, full of joy, happiness, and success. I'm not going to sit here pretending that I am not guilty of this very thing. I do it all the time. I make sure that I post good pictures. I smile (ha, let's be real, I smize more often than not). I am wearing the right clothes. It's all about the life that you are curating for the rest of the world to see.
It's bullshit. I'm not going to be dramatic and say that things aren't good. I'm living in Los Angeles. I have a beautiful apartment that I'm about to finish decorating. I am starting to feel like this place is home. Things are good. But that does not mean that I don't have my off days. Currently, I am in a funk. I'm not sad, but I'm off. I can't really pinpoint what exactly is wrong, just that I am in a mood and I am having a hard time shaking it.
Wake up. Work out. Eat breakfast. Go to work. Come home. Eat dinner. Lay around in my sweatpants. Watch a little Netflix. Listen to music. Go to bed. Repeat.
That's my life right now. It just seems to be falling into a rhythm. I want things to be shaken up a little. I want to be challenged. Motivated. Encouraged. I don't know how or where this will all come about, but really as I started writing this article, I just felt the words coming. Steam of consciousness. Word vomit. And instead of editing down what I said, to make sure that it's the "right" wording. I'm just going to let it be.
Now go look at my Instagram - there's a BEAUTIFUL picture of me smiling while eating this quinoa-oatmeal cereal. I didn't have to fake it too much though...this is actually delicious and I've had it every morning for breakfast this week.
Tommy.